After a proper rest and meal, Asher sat in the sacred hall, ready to face today's matters. He had reduced it to the best he could but couldn't avoid his duty for the entire day.
Boom!
The doors swung open and two familiar figures walked into the hall. Sirius looked at the two individuals for a brief moment before turning away.
That brief look meant it had met these fellows before.
Asher squinted while Kelvin was shocked. It was the merchant, Jon, and his daughter Jane.
Both of them reached the center of the hall and fell on one knee.
As they bowed, their voices rang, "We greet His Lordship."
"You're familiar. I have met you before, haven't I?" Asher tilted his head.
Jon cleared his throat. He shot his old friend a glance.
Kelvin crossed his arms but said nothing.
Seeing this, Jon sighed internally. "Indeed you have. I am the merchant who fled after being captured by Baron Snow. You were the one who rescued us."
